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We must go back one hour. Lady Lilias Eaton has come and gone. It is now a quarter to five, and Violet is pouring out tea in the library. "Because you are not safe here: your life is in danger. Once Ryan is recovered, he will not be content to see you living, knowing his life is in your hands; every hour you will be in danger. Whatever it may cost me, you must go." Paul turns his head, and as he sees Geoffrey a quick spasm that betrays fear crosses his face..

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"'My love in her attire doth show her wit; "You may," says Mona, bracing herself for the ordeal. Geoffrey, with his gun upon his shoulder, trudges steadily onward rejoicing in the freshness of the morning air. "Say so, if you do: it will be honester. If you don't," threateningly, "I shall of course think the contrary.".